Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.